To the woman who

loved me,

fed me pie (5 different verities every Thanksgiving),

dressed me and my children in homemade outfits for special occasions,

remembered me and my family even if I wasn't diligent about calling often,

and held my hand as I sat in the temple for the first time,

thank you.

To the woman who taught me

to listen, really listen,

brand names don't make babies more precious,

children are broken dishwashers,

there's no such thing as spoiling a baby,

a baby is never bad news,

my in-laws are good people,

and that there is always room for one more,

thank you.

To the woman who

prayed over,

stayed up all night for,

cried over,

stressed over,

taught,

loved,

and raised my magnificent  mother,

thank you.

I'll do my best to continue the link of strong, kind women.

I love you Grandma, always have, always will.

'til we meet again, your picture will stay on my wall and your hand print will stay on my heart.